Saturday, October 9, 2010

Odell Down Under the Weather

In a rare flash of existentialism, the bluestreak cleaner wrasse felt the characteristic pang of futility. Did it clean simply for food, slowly swimming through life in a survivalistic haze? Perhaps the grouper it had been cleaning at that very nihilistic moment would go on to eat the fish it loved. Perhaps the next would go on and save the life of a drifting refugee. Did it even really matter? The reef was dying, a depressing grey crawling towards the wrasse’s puny existence. Yet, as with all empty feelings, it faded. How unfortunate, then, that a shark ate the grouper.


  1. Hi there! I found you from Writing Forums, and I love your stories! It's amazing what you can accomplish in so few words, in terms of plot and story. Good job, keep up the good work!

  2. Thank you! I think the word constraint forces me to move along. However, once I start writing, I never stop until I reach around 100. This is why the quality varies from day to day.